People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 53: Headless Giant

"Hmph, since you want to see it, then go ahead and watch it." The thought flashed through his mind.

Basil stepped forward and raised his wand above his brow.

A dark red turbid current lingered on the surface of the wand.

The magic magnetic field also began to rotate.

The troll had already reached the door.

The murderous intent as clear as the sky that Riddle had imagined was now realized in Bagir.

Hidden under the muddy current.

Close your eyes lightly.

The troll was photographed.

Its clumsy posture of holding a wooden stick and peeking its head out appeared in the [Magic Book].

Wow!
Gemstone: 27261.985 (-2000)

The engraving begins.

Summoning Card [Giant] is created.

This also means that its death is approaching.

Not a second has passed.

No checking the cards or processing the information in my mind.

With the three-dimensional perspective of Hogwarts in his mind, the wooden door seemed to disappear, and the bald little head of the troll appeared in front of him.

If he only relies on normal attacks, the damage he causes in a single attack is 13.

Without using [True Word Appraiser] and excluding 50% true damage.

Facing a giant monster that is harder than rock and has a lot of health, it may not be a big deal.

Even if the attack is on its weak point, the most vulnerable head should be the same.

But now, at this moment.

The murderous intent was hidden deep in his heart, and with the encouragement of the "magic power", it spread to the nerve endings.

An inexplicable sense of certainty and confidence emerged in my heart.

He took a step forward and swung out his right arm.

Rumble!
There was a big hole in the wooden door, the edges were charred and sparking.

Grey, white, green, and red sauces and hot minced meat splattered on the walls.

It exudes a fishy smell mixed with the aroma of barbecue.

The wooden club and the headless troll fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The whole floor seemed to shake slightly.

In the principal's office, the voice in the silver mirror rang out, "How decisive. It's a pity that he didn't use the Devil's Snare. It is said that he even used it to kill a werewolf?"

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. "No, the killer was an ancient, powerful redwood tree. It was ordinary, but it possessed magic. If a Muggle..."

However, the voice behind was just like a whisper.

Even Nick Flamel, who was using a more advanced two-way mirror, couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

Dumbledore smiled. "I'm saying that the boy's magic field has changed. He didn't use the magic of a great wizard. Instead, he transformed what ordinary wizards call magic into a more heterogeneous conceptual existence. It wasn't a spell that smashed the troll's head. He just waved his arms and wielded that conceptual existence as if it were a sword."

He closed his eyes, and a sacred, loving, magical magnetic field began to emerge on his body, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

It was as if a great and holy phoenix had descended here.

Fox the phoenix sings sweetly on the golden bough.

Zila Zila.

The image in the fog condenser began to blur.

The signal from the extremely stable double-sided mirror, created by Nicolas Flamel, the greatest alchemist of all time, began to fluctuate.

In an instant, all the fine silverware in the office was rendered useless.

Crackling!

Explosions of electric sparks rang out one by one on Dumbledore's body.

The ends of his silver beard and hair also curled up mischievously.

The silverware in the room was finally restored to working order.

The voice coming from the two-sided mirror finally became clear, and the words were full of curiosity.

"You just failed?"

Dumbledore did not tidy up his appearance.

He did not lose his composure and accepted his failure calmly.

"Yeah. They're all the same. But it got stuck at the last step. What is it?"

As he spoke, he stood up.

Without waving a wand, the condenser automatically shut down and the silver mirror slowly flew towards the cabinet.

His beard and hair straightened up on the way to the office door. His voice fell just as the silver mirror was about to enter the cabinet.

"I should go now. I'm the principal and something so serious has happened."

Finally, the cabinet and door closed at the same time, making an overlapping sound that sounded like a fist hitting a table.

In the bathroom.

Ron was holding half a chicken drumstick tightly in his hand and vomiting all over the floor.

Harry held his nose.

Hermione tugged at the corner of Bagel's clothes, tilted her face, and trembled slightly.

Bagir looked at the wand in his hand and couldn't believe that he had just smashed the troll's head with one blow.

Especially when combined with the data of the summoning card [Giant] that now appeared in his mind.

[Fantastic Creatures: Mountain Giant Monster - Magic Transformation]

【Magic consumption: 6】

【Level: 1】

[Summon a slow-moving, magically transformed mountain giant with high magic resistance. When an enemy unit appears within the current field of vision, the giant will swing a wooden stick to attack.]

[Rock Armor (Except Head): 10]

[Note: Ignore damage below 3 points, and deduct damage 4 or above]

[Rock Armor (Head): 3]

【HP: 30】

[Magic resistance: 7]

[Damage per swing: 27]

[Movement speed: Slow]

[Magic Book Level: Level 3 (1100/400)]

In addition to the rare concept of magic resistance, this card also displays armor, or physical defense.

The life value of this system is calculated based on the physiological structure.

Therefore, even if he attacks the head, the troll's weak spot, the damage that can take the troll's life should be at least 3+30.

If it is pure spell damage, magic resistance must also be considered, which means it must be 40.

Unless Bajir used the Killing Curse and directly attacked the health bar.

What's more, he not only took the troll's life, but also blew up its head.

Obviously the damage has spilled over.

Although Bajir used [Dragon Knight].

But the giant monster is not a dragon and does not have a 150% increase.

"So it's a critical hit, plus an increase in explosive damage? 'Your spell will be filled with the power of a red dragon, a fiery burst of power!' It also includes attack power?"

Baqir didn't think too much about it.

He can ask the system wizard directly later.

And suddenly!
There was a violent bang on the door and loud footsteps.

All four people in the room looked up.

It was Professor McGonagall, followed closely by Snape and Quirrell.

They appeared next to the broken wooden door and the headless corpse of the troll.

"What the hell are you doing?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold anger in her voice.

Her lips were pale and her body was shaking.

Snape squatted down with interest and examined the huge wound on the troll's neck without any hesitation.

Quirrell narrowed his eyes and looked Bagel up and down.

But his eyes were filled with pity and a sense of empathy.

There is also a subtle fear.

It was obvious that he seemed to regard Basil as one of his own kind, a poor creature who was also targeted by Voldemort and unable to escape, and who had gained greater power than before.

The young Dark Lord is so powerful, what should he do?

Unlike Harry, Ron and Hermione who were temporarily speechless.

Bagir was very confident.

He was even a little angry. "Isn't Hogwarts the safest place? Why is there a troll here? Hermione has been staying in the bathroom! As professors, don't you notice?"

He became angrier and angrier as he spoke.

"Everyone knows she's here this afternoon!"

"But when there's danger, forget about her!"

He squeezed out a few tears, "If not, if we hadn't thought of bringing some food to Hermione, she might have been the one without a head!"

(End of this chapter)